I sat neatly with my hands laced in my lap. Mason shuffled me into the living room about 15 minutes ago per an anonymous request whom I am yet to find out made.
It had been about 2 weeks since my feet landed back on Aystra soil, but it had felt like a whole lot longer to me. My days, though getting better, consisted of 3 daily walks around the secluded gardens avoiding other people, lots of tablet downings, and movie marathons, all much to my mother's bitter disapproval. Luckily for me, she was not around enough for her to change my routine.
I was in the middle of 'She's the Man' when Mason told me I had a visitor.
As to who my visitor was, I was stumped. No one knew I was in Aystra in the first place, so whoever it was knew about me. And I didn't even know who knew about me seeing as I was unconscious when the decision to fly me back here was made.
Either way, I was hiding out in the last place anyone would think to look; My own home.
I was under the impression that bringing me back to Aystra was Adam's move, but I wouldn't know considering I haven't seen him since, well everything happened.
My eyes traced the floral baby blue patterns in the 2 seater chair I sat in, situated in our living room. This lounge room was one of many, but was the most formal of them all. The upholstery of the gold encrusted items that were perfectly placed around the place screamed out royalty to anyone who set foot in this room.
My white blouse covered up the brace that was still strapped onto my left shoulder, almost making me forget entirely about it even existing. Lately I hadn't been feeling the bullet wound to its full effect as much as I had been, which was like a breath of fresh air.
I also hadn't thought let myself think about Cole, hence the immediate indulgence in television shows and movies; so I could think about other people's lives and not my own.
I still couldn't reach up past my shoulder, and yet everyday they still tried to make me do it without success. Stupid doctors. It wasn't going to happen.
The cream double doors open up with a large gust of wind blowing my way, to reveal Emma. Her hair flustered around as her eyes scanned the room and landed on me, her face turning up into a small relieved smile.
"You have one hell of a security system here." She says with a mischievousness grin. The grin of dedication, assurance and kindness I had really missed. Her blue eyes are duller than usual, matching her denim button up shirt and black jeans.
I stand on my feet as quick as I can, stopping for a moment and clutching my ribs as mild pain cut its way through my torso then eased off. When will I learn?
"I thought you would've known all about that by now." I say with a painful grin as I slowly recover from my irrational abruptness.
The bags in her hands drop as quick as the grin on her face, as she races over to me and helps me back down onto the couch.
She sits down across from me with a pained look on her face her eyes not meeting mine. "I'd give you a hug but..." I explain, then signal to my shoulder with a short laugh.
She doesn't find the joke funny, only I can see her face twist with emotions; guilt, sadness, anger.
"I'm so happy you're okay." She exhales, and stares down at her enclasped hands in her lap then looks up. "And I'm so sorry for what happened to you. I never should've let this happen, it's my fault."
My heart sinks. I knew Emma would feel guilty about this whole thing, but I did it on my own merit, no one else's. It was never her fault, only mine.
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Damn Straight, Your Highness
Teen Fiction"Drop it." He said. "You drop yours." My voice wavered. The light glimmered on one side of his face, the rest engulfed with darkness. Somewhere behind the barrel of his gun, I could see the pain in his eyes, the betrayal. I was on the verge of tea...
